Hi! I'm Kira! Um, this shall be a public blog!!! YAY!!! <3
thanks... July 5, 2005 - 20:29:23
What gets me is that, being a music education major, I never EVER have gotten any support going down the band path from my high school band director. EVER. He hasn't even asked me how I'm doing since I've gone to college. He never encourgaed me in high school. EVER. And you think if someone wants to learn, and you'd encourage them. Especially when they're going INTO YOUR PROFESSION.
God. The people who care the most, my community band director, is a billion times more excited for me than my high school band director.
And, who's the most proud is my 8th grade band director, and I had him as a high school band director right before I moved. But he's in Mississippi. He still emails me and encourages me like no other. I miss him. And I can't even give him a hug for all the support he's given me throughout the years. I don't know if I'll ever see him again. And that's what tears me up. He's now brought Big Blue to a bigger and better level. They look amazing, thank god for the internet. Part of my heart is STILL with that band. And always will be. It gave me my first chance to feel like something was mine. And feel a part of something.
Another director that was a director at the same time, I'd love thank him for all he's done. He's done probably more after I left to me than when I was there. He directed the band a few times, being an assistant director, but never really taught me directly. He was always happy. I guess how he tought me, it was after he left. He passed away four days before I was to move to Wisconsin. He was 30. He only taught at WC for that...just a little over half a year. But, just to see how everyone missed him, how much he had done for the band and me. He fricken taught my little brother how to first make a note on the trombone. Ever. To play his first song. He did so much, touched so many, taught so many. I remember, one of the last football games we went to, no one sat with me on the bus, so he came and sat beside me. God, I miss Mr. James so much.
He gave my brother music.
I know in my heart, I'll never forget him. And it's impossible to thank him now, but something makes me think that he already knows.
Love of Big Blue...2000-2001.
- Kira-lee
Your high school band director was a bit of a jerk.
But not as bad as my brother's Junior High Band Director -- who threw my brother's trumpet once because my brother hadn't practiced a piece. Or should I say my Father's trumpet. Yeah my parent's weren't too pleased.
But at least there were other positive experiences with directors beyond the dink at your high school.
Haha, he still is a werido. I'm showing him that I -can- get through college, just fine. (as he said, "You're not going to make it in college." "You need counceling.") And after that I didn't believe a word that came out of his mouth.
(sorry I just needa get this out)
Let me tell you a mini story. I went into his office to call my mom one morning (I forgot that I had pep band that night and had to call her) with his permission. So, I'm calling my mom and this kid comes in, takes a pencil, points it at me as if to jab it, and I just say "Put it down, Rene." So, what's he do? Pulls the sissors from my director's desk, and jabs them toward my throat. I firmly say, "RENNE NO, GO AWAY." He leaves and I finish the conversation with my mother. As soon as I hang up the phone, my band director comes over and asks what happened. I tell him the truth, and then my band director says I "over-reacted." I couldn't help but say and cry that "Rene just jabbed sissors toward my neck, and YOU THINK TELLING HIM NO WAS overreacting?" My band director then closed the door to his office and continued to lecture me that I over react, that I was too emotional, people do that, and I could never make it in college. Oh, and not to mention to not tell my parents about that conversation. Well I sure did. If you tell me not to tell my parents something, they're hearing about it. What's the weirdest thing? It was like I did everything wrong and I was the problem. Rene didn't even get a talking to. He got off because "No one saw him do it."
Also, another time, the same kid hit me with one of those little dollys (that we used to haul the guitar amp around) right when my director was looking. When I said "Don't HIT ME." Rene picked up a stand and said "There's a lot of weapons in here." My band director just continued to stare and just say "Rene."
Anywhoo...
Overall, my band director had horrible disipline. And I kept getting hurt in his class (rocks, stands...etc.) and people got away with it. What's that you say? Tell the guidence councelor? The principal? Just as bad.
My principal told me I wouldn't make it through my first year in college. He had even less disipline than my band director.
Wow, I sure have a lot of complaining to do. LOL. Thus, one of the reasons I HATED high school. Because everyone got away with verbally and physically assulting me.
Oooooo being a band director, I think one should know how to handle instruments. >< I would be angry too...there is no excuse for that. I've never heard of a band director doing that.
And, LOL, if I didn't have positive experiences with other band directors, I don't think I would be going into music ed right now. LOL
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